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No More No More Songs About

A couple of weeks ago I introduced what I intended to be a new ongoing feature for 3 Minutes, 49 Seconds. No More Songs About... was to be a forum for me to complain about the proliferation of songs on certain topics. The first entry concerned California.

After some reflection, I've decided not to continue the feature. Here's why: As I've been working on subsequent entries, I'm finding they're all ending up the same: a list of songs on the topic, the conclusion that there are already too many of them, and a plea for songwriters to write about something else. There's not much to that pattern that's worth my time or yours. Plus, I feel like kind of a prick telling songwriters what they should and shouldn't be writing about. It seems vaguely Communist.

However, I still think we could put a moratorium on the following: songs about satellites, New York, and flying; faithful cover songs; and, yes Virginia, new versions of old Christmas standards. Anything you'd like to add?

Comments

Richard said…
I was just telling someone yesterday that there should be no more songs about New York. You know, right after I included one on my most recent compilation.
Alex said…
I'd love to see a moratorium on how tough life is for musicians on the road...
Paul V. Allen said…
I second that one, Alex.
Paul V. Allen said…
I have one more to add:

White and/or indie artists doing ironic cover versions of teen pop, R & B, or hip hop songs. Examples: Mandy Moore doing Umbrella, Alanis Morissette doing My Humps, anybody doing Since U Been Gone or Baby One More Time.

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